Sincerely, Yours [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

It was around 9 pm when in a small house, there were loud crashing sounds, then came the sound of low sobs, the neighbors couldn't hear anything or if they did, they just didn't want to bother helping, in such a lowly neighborhood, there was this unspoken rule, 'To NOT meddle in someone else's business.' The reason was simple, they all had something going on in their life, and living in such a place meant everyone had stories to tell.

"I am sorry...I am sorry." A young adult begged as tears together with blood streaming down his face, he held the leg of the older man, who was drunk and couldn't even stand straight. He wanted the man to stop kicking him but his hands had no energy, whatever energy was there, he couldn't use it because his hands were trembling.

The old man gave a glance to the boy, the look of disgust present in his eyes as he spat at the ground, in front of the boy's hand and then turned around and left as if seeing the boy would hurt his eyes, he walked out of the door probably to drink more alcohol.

Barely fifteen minutes later, the man came back and was now knocked off on the couch, the teen was cleaning the broken glass which has been smashed at his forehead with one hand, and with the other, he was holding a cloth to stop the blood flowing from his forehead.

He took a quick glance at the man on the couch and when he found out the older man was sleeping, he got up and walked to his room, he searched his drawers and finally found some bandages to apply to the wound on his forehead.

After neatly applying the bandages, he went to his drawer again, searching for some painkillers, few minutes of careful searching - trying not to make any kind of noise to not wake the man up - he realized that he was out of painkiller.

He then took out the drawer from his bedside table and turned it and removed the envelope which had the money he earned from working part-time and decided to go out to buy the medications.

Breathing was hard because of the punch he has gotten, and walking was even harder because of all the kicks he has suffered, still, he managed to drag his body out and walked to the nearest pharmacy store which was 15 minutes away.

He asked the pharmacist to give him some bandages, and painkillers, the pharmacist eyed him, but did not say anything, the pharmacist knew him, because of how frequently he bought medicines from her, one time she had asked him if something was wrong but he just said he was fine. Seeing that the person did not want help, the pharmacist kept quiet.

"It will be 4070 won." The pharmacist said.

Leeteuk took out the money he had, counted it, and found out he was 600 won less, he looked at the lady and was going to remove the bandages but suddenly someone came from behind, "I'll pay the rest for him."

"Huh?" Leeteuk turned around to see Heechul standing, before he could even register what happened, Heechul already paid for him.

When Heechul was done paying, he saw Leeteuk's face, the bandage, and some bruises on his arms and neck, his eyes widened in surprise, "What -"

"Thank you....I'll pay you back later," Leeteuk said hurriedly as he pushed past Heechul and ran away.

"Leeteuk ah~ Yah Park Jung soo!!!!" Heechul called out but Leeteuk had already run away.

Heechul could only walk out of the pharmacy, he closed his eyes and recalled all the bruises on Leeteuk's body, that was clearly not because he fell off the stairs or anything, it was something big, he thought of various reasons, and one he thought plausible was of abuse or that some huge ass truck ran over his friend.

Friend? Heechul could only sigh, although they knew each other, they rarely talked, because of how different their personalities were, so he was not sure if he could even call Leeteuk his friend.

But something was bugging him after looking at Leeteuk's condition, Heechul was not a saint, he would rather stay out of someone else's business, but somehow he felt Leeteuk was not someone else and he could not let go of something he saw, so he made up his mind to ask Leeteuk about it tomorrow.

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The next day, Leeteuk was sitting in the cafeteria of his campus as he was waiting for his friends to finish their classes and come.

As he was sitting he thought about his encounter with Heechul yesterday, it was strange that he met him there, the place that people like Heechul would avoid, but then again down the street there was this hot club, and he thought maybe Heechul has gone there as he could briefly smell alcohol on him yesterday.

Just as he was thinking about the guy, he saw him appear in front of his eyes, and Leeteuk wanted nothing more than to avoid him, he knew Heechul would have questions after seeing him in that state yesterday and the questions would be something he didn't want to answer. He rather keeps his problems to himself than 'talk' about it.

However he couldn't escape in time as Heechul appeared right in front of him, "Leeteul can we talk?"

And Leeteuk almost said 'no', but instead he gave a nod, and Heechul situated himself opposite him, "Yesterday I saw you in a very bad state and now you are wearing makeup to cover it." Heechul stated. He was not asking or confirming, he just said what he saw.

"I- " Leeteuk began, he took short breaths and it did nothing to help his lungs and he felt suffocated. His blood ran cold and his eyes travelled towards the door that had EXIT written on it.

Heechul saw him panicking and got up, he tried not to scare Leeteuk and said, "Hey it's alright. Breathe slowly."

Repeating these words over and over helped Leeteuk finally calm down, Heechul sat down beside him and said in a low voice, "I want to help you."
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Rei's Note:-

And here we have the first chapter, hopefully, it's written well. And hope you like it. Please vote and comment with your thoughts. Have a nice day, now bye.